After a great battle, dismembered corpses covered the wilderness.
The commander kneeled on the ground, his face as white as a sheet of paper, his eyes filled with undispellable despair.
Not long ago, he was still in control of hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers and generals, and a large number of cultivators were at his command.
However, in the blink of an eye, all the soldiers were killed by a group of terrifying ghouls.
"Monsters, you are all demons!"
The commander finally came back to his senses as he looked at the ghoul soldier who was about to behead him with his zhanmadao.
He roared towards the sky, his voice filled with despair and unwillingness.
If he had known earlier, he would not have launched an attack and provoked this group of terrifying killing gods.
However, there was no medicine for regret in this world.
Just as he was remorseful, he saw a young man walk over, and the corpse ghosts blocking his way retreated to the sides.
